Gemotions

The cold bit at Leo's cheeks as he trudged in from the biting wind. He almost missed the package leaning against his door. It was addressed to "Ms. Eleanor Vance," the lady who used to live here. He grabbed the box, a warmth already starting to blossom inside him.

He was practically skipping as he closed the door, already anticipating the contents. The package felt light, and the possibilities were endless. His smile widened as he considered everything it could be.

Ripping the box open, he spied the contents. Inside, was a collection of high-end art supplies, exactly what he needed. His eyes widened, and he let out a little laugh of pure joy. "Yes!" he exclaimed, his voice full of glee.